Spicy chicken & squash pasty
Charlie the chicken waltzed into his favourite golfing hang out without paying.(it was a free range). Spying a dazzling cucurbator (squash to you and me) he flapped, momentarily disquieted.
"Hey good-pluckin," she said in a husky voice " You clearly like golf but do you like...squash?" Charlie couldn't believe his cluck.
"Honey I'm roasting here," she whispered. "You seem like a nice feather, what say we go and lie down some place?"
Just then, a furious spinach showed up, he was green with envy. He grabbed the squash.
Charlie, startled, took a step back.
"What's up boy, are you chicken?" asked the spinach.
"Spinach, leaf her alone," said Charlie.
"I'm pasty caring what you say boy," said the spinach menacingly.
There was a stand off. Each glared at the other. But the spinach was first to wilt.
The squash, having a good heart, said they should all be friends. So they were.
The End.
Crumbs, bringing everyone together.
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